Even when he stepped into the field of "cold winter", he was still shivering with cold. He wore a piece of cloth beside him like an ancient Shi Shiran and took the spaceship to arrange his sleeves leisurely.
Xiao Yan went to his side to gather together to "warm me up." Zhong Li squinted at "Is it cold?" Xiao Yan "..." How cold do you think spitting can…
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